Luyện nghe bài hát My Party Boots

Life is fast but I wanna live past you, 'cause you are my only roots
I was the king of the drug thing now I've worn out the soles of my party boots.
So call me shit-faced of disgrace, I dont care 'cause my outer skin
Is think like crust, and a thats rusted out now I'm on a list (for a better one)
Everybody to give a shit outta me, I won't give it but i'll give ambivalence.
I gotta box 'cause my memory blocks me, from remembering weeks
all the blacked out nights into white out mornings, into matter damagings.
So call me fat fuck punk rock. Give it straight 'cause I deserve
a verbal beating an audience bleating (not bleeding), and a melee with no concern.
Everybody wants to give a shit outta me, I give it but i'll give irresponsiveness
wants to drag me up again, I wanna go but the price keeps goin up
Goin down is simple and practical, laying low but it cynical
I'm on the wagon and it's a drag, without a key kick, shot and a drag.
[Hefe's good old fashioned
Evidently no one a quitter or an old punk's bitterness
So I'm waitin for the tap, on my 'cause we're all getting older not better
And the laughs are no longer us (they're at us)
So me fat fuck, geriatric punk
Call me fat fuck, geriatric
Call me fat fuck, geriatric punk, face master of disgrace.